Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 914

Episode 914. It would be embarrassing if everyone had no strength,

but Gongsun Zan’s expression did not change.

Rather, he asked Baek Ik.

“Baegik! Didn’t you say you were from Jinpyeong Sangbang? Why does the person from the Jinpyeong Sangbang carry the Nam Maeng autopsy report? Are you still going to lie to the end that you are from Jinpyeong?”

However, Bai Yi did not answer Gongsun Zan’s question and said what he had to say.

“That day at Sangwoljeong, Hocheonmaeng brutally murdered the masters of the Nammaeng! And he threatened Sangbang Jinpyeong and Sangbang Ilshim to sign a sham contract! Can you still say that Hocheonmaeng is an organization representing a political faction!”

Gongsun Zan glared at Baek Wing with murderous eyes.

It seems that this is the first time that I have been able to give the initiative to a dialogue like this one-sidedly.

According to Baek Ik’s words, not only Geumwa Sangbang but also Hocheonmaeng were evil groups.

However, it was not easy to refute.

Because, judging from the results, he was right.

On that day, Hocheonmaeng killed the Nammaeng masters and a contract was drawn up in favor of Geumwa Sangbang.

‘It’s a really great speech.’

He admitted that he had lost to Baek Ik in an argument.

But in Gangho, power is the law.

Gongsun Zan said with a cold face.

“I listened to the southern alliance’s argument. It seems that Seolhwain (professional storyteller) has been invited as he can’t compete with Hocheonmaeng by force, right? How is it? He seems to have come running from Hefei to avenge Sangwoljeong. Are you going to keep talking all day? Or will you do it with a knife?”

Then Baek-Ik smiled as if he knew that.

“Let’s put an end to it with a knife instead of discussing it with a conversation, right? Hocheonmaeng has also fallen a lot! If you want a knife, I will have to answer with a knife.”

Baek Ik’s hand went up.

Among the guests, about a hundred warriors walked out.

Even at a glance, they are not ordinary warriors with sharp eyes and moderate movements.

After that, more than one hundred masters came over the fence and joined them.

For a moment, Gongsun Zan was startled.

Isn’t it an exaggeration to say that a number like that is almost a war rather than a brawl?

He muttered involuntarily.

“It’s too much.”

One hundred Hocheonmaeng warriors he brought with him in preparation for the profanity of the Southern Alliance.

Even with fifty or so Geumwa Sangbang escorts, they were outnumbered.

Baek-Ik said mockingly.

“Think of what Hocheonmaeng did at Sangwoljeong Pavilion.”

As he spoke, he put his hand out in front of him.

As if that was a signal, ‘Wow!’ With a shout, the masters of the Southern Alliance rushed to the VIP seats.

The startled guests began to run away like locusts in all directions.

Among them, there were quite a few warriors under the Hocheonmaeng.

Some of the guests of Ho Chun Meng fled, but some moved to the VIP seats.

Gongsun Zan’s warriors of the Hocheon League and the guards of the Golden Wa Sangbang blocked the royal seat.

Soon after, Hocheon Maeng, who was guarding the VIP seat, and Nam Meng, who rushed to the VIP seat, clashed fiercely.

Chachachang! Chae-chaeng-!

The soldiers of Hocheonmaeng were well blocked, but the escorts of Geumwa Sangbang were a problem.

Compared to Hocheonmaeng, there is a wide variation in the martial arts of the escorts.

As the weak escort fell, the solid ranks were gradually disorganized.

The masters of the Southern League concentrated on attacking the weak areas, and finally the road to the VIP seat was opened.

Whether it’s Sangbang or Moorim’s breakwater, the ending is the same.

All fights end when the ark, the supreme decision maker, is captured.

The goal of the masters of the Southern Alliance was, of course, to quickly subdue the Ark of Geumwa Sangbang.

This is because if Koo Bon-woong’s ark is captured, even Hocheon-maeng can’t run amok.

The masters of the Southern Alliance did not miss the opportunity and rushed to the VIP seats.

When the masters of the Southern League came running, Bon-Woong Gu hurriedly hid behind his hammock bag.

He chose Yeonmu Baek instead of the VIPs of the Chilpamun.

Shaolin Temple’s Mumun master glanced at the smoke bag with a puzzled expression.

At the moment of crisis, Koo Bon-woong’s ark relied more on Yeon Mu-baek, so he felt uncomfortable.

The moment the smoke bag appeared in the VIP seat, I thought that it would be like that for some reason.

But when I saw the sight, my appetite was bitter.

The Great Master Mumun turned his attention to the other distinguished guests of the Chilpamun.

‘Are you saying it wasn’t the old ark, but the woman in the smoke bag?’

The two people accompanying Mo Yong-sak also did not move as if they were stone statues.

When Geomzon, the absolute strongest, stopped, the world also stopped.

The people of both families, who had been watching from afar with nervous hearts, rushed to the VIP seats.

Mo Yong-sak did not stop the people of both households.

It is time for Mo Yong-sak, who has been looking at the heads of both households with mixed eyes, to move again.

Wheein-.

A cool wind came down from above and swept across the golden house once and for all.

Mo Yong-sak, who thought nothing of it and tried to move, hesitated.

‘huh? Was there a wind blowing from above?’

Mo Yong-sak, who inadvertently raised his head, froze as soon as his eyes met the young man who was standing above the clouds.

‘omg! Namcheon?’

The gaze of people all at once turned to the sky at the bizarre behavior of the Sword Master.

Subsequently, the word ‘Namcheon’ popped up here and there.

The clouds slowly descended to the ground.

The Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng masters couldn’t bear to face him and quietly lowered their eyes.

As soon as Gucheonnodo Shimtong came down from the cloud, he immediately ran to Yanghwa.

Quickly checking her condition, he said to Yeonjeokha.

“Confucius’s wife is all right.”

Only then did the hardened face of Yeon Jeok-ha straighten a little.

Even though it was stretched out, his expression still wasn’t good – as if he had chewed up shit.

“who is this? Who hurt your sister-in-law?”

The gazes of the masters of the Hocheonmaeng all at once turned to Geomjon.

Mo Yong-sak stepped forward as if being pushed on his back.

“The old lady is called Mo Yong-sak from the Southern League. At the request of the Sword King...”

“I don’t want to hear a long story, the old man. Do you know which dog son-in-law hurt my sister-in-law?”

Mo Yong-sak’s eyes twitched with anger rising up.

As a master of the former era, to himself, who is called the Sword Master, is not enough as an ‘old man’, so he is a ‘dog’?

‘Lee Ja-ja... must have known everything, right?’

A master of Namcheon level would have heard it even from a distance of 100 li.

It was clear that he was blaspheming and cursing even though he knew who did it.

It’s a sin to not have power.

“That is... other than Nobu’s mistake. It was not intentional. I yelled at Hyeonmubaek to get out of the way, but I swear I wouldn’t have done that if I had known that Mrs. Yang would get hurt.”

Mo Yong-sak was in a hurry to make excuses even though he heard the sound of a dog’s son.

It was because he had already heard from Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, about a master of heaven and earth called Namchun.

Yeon Jeok-ha looked at Mo Yong-sak with a crooked gaze and asked.

“I didn’t see a face when I was in Cheonjimaeng, but who is it?”

Mo Yong-sak politely addressed the town and introduced himself.

“Nobu is none other than Mo Yong-sak, who was called Swordsman a long time ago.”

“Is Mo Yongse a human?”

“exactly. At the request of the Sword King...”

“Ah, there is nothing to say such useless words. Why are you here?”

“At the headquarters of the Southern League...”

“Write! Why did you come!”

Every time another sound came out of Mo Yong-sak’s mouth, he stopped talking.

Without any choice, Mo Yong-sak went to the main point without hesitation.

“I’m here to help avenge the South.”

Yeon Jeok-ha pointed to the elderly people standing on the left and right of Mo Yong-sak and asked.

“Are those two people from Mo Yongse too?”

“exactly.”

Yeon Jeok-ha looked around at Mo Yong-sak and his companions and said.

“There is only one person I like besides Seokgyeongjang’s family, and that is my sister-in-law who is lying over there. If your sister-in-law has even a small aftereffect from this, it will be a blessing for her to go to the mother-in-law that day. I don’t say it twice.”

Mo Yong-sak looked at Yeon Jeok-ha with devastated eyes.

For just that much, you’re going to enshrine the Moyong family, a member of the Murim family?

The sound of ‘nonsense!’ rose up in my throat, but I swallowed it with a gulp.